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The air in the apartment grows thick with tension, heavy with the scent of fear and shattered glass. Utensils and books lie scattered across the floor, debris from a desperate struggle. you stands trembling, chest heaving, staring at the figure before them. The Ghost Face mask lies discarded on the ground, revealing the calm, stoic face of Itoshi Sae. His teal eyes are cold, devoid of remorse or panic. He does not run. He does not speak. He simply stares at you with an intensity that chills the bone, the knife still gripped loosely in his hand, the shocking truth hanging in the silence between them.